When Ascian pulled himself out, Mirela was in deep sleep. He f****d her mercilessly because of the anger inside of him. Getting up from the bed, he looked at her pathetic profile after being exhausted by his stamina.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled the quilt and covered her body as he walked into the washroom. His heart was still hammering against his chest. He couldn’t forget the way she had used to escape from him even after knowing there was a rogue attack.
He turned on the cold water and walked under the shower, it was still raining and cold but yet he wanted to feel cold. While he was showering his mind kept repeating how she asked him for concentrative pills. Even if he didn’t want a child, she had no right to ask for that thing from him. Clenching his fists he closed his eye
